Barbrawlers Kyra Agemento vs. Gabriel Vinlee (Barfight)

[KyraAgmento]

Barbrawl

Kyra Agmento vs Gabriel Vinlee

Matchtype: There is a type called Barbrawl?

Rules: Should happen to other fights.

*Kyra drove her motorcycle to the bar on the outskirts of the city, she knew it was more easygoing than the normal Izekaya she used to visit but didn't check what sort of bar she was entering, she saw the pole and the ring placed on nice locations in the room.*
"Okay....."
*She looked for the counter and elbowed her way through the other guests, after she got a beer she leaned back at the counder and looked around, there was a stripper doing her show on the pole while some people watched the patrons were unusual mixed for a bar like this, so Kyra looked around for clues what this place was about.*

[Hagen-Autem]

As 9:00 p.m. rolled around, the place was already somewhat crowded, with motorcyclists outside, curious onlookers at the bars, and Gabriel barely making it through the door to finally find her place.

It was a faraway place, in a flat area of the United States, with a theme identical to that of her pub. However, that did not make her experience any more comfortable.

The blonde ran her fingers through her hair, sucking in her stomach as she puffed out her chest and stood on tiptoe to stretch and wake herself up before relaxing again. Gael had asked her to come here, as there was no other way, to do some reconnaissance. How simple that sounded on paper to her.

The blonde tried to get to the bar to get an idea by having a drink, but the crowd was like a tide. With every step, someone would turn their back on her or bump into her shoulder.

“Uh, excuse me...Please...I'm sorry...Could you...Ouch...Hey!...Listen to me!”

She didn't want to be rude... But that condescension vanished when a guy stood in front of her and made a couple of flirtatious remarks that, at least in Gabriel's country, are considered insults to a woman.

She knew how to handle that situation.

“Oh, you really wanna know what I fancy?” The British blonde stood on her tiptoes again, resting one hand and his chest on the guy's chest.

“Bit of action, yeah? You catch my drift” Her lips were very close to her. And then came the knee to the groin.

The guy jumped as if he had been gored by a bull, his eyes wide open as struggled not to collapse, hunched over with his mouth open like a fish in shock. She dropped his glass of alcohol on the floor, which seemed to be an alarm, because everyone stood watching the scene—the guy, with his hands between his legs and unable to do anything else, facing a beautiful blonde with radiant hair and eyes as bright as green stars. Yes, apparently something more entertaining than the pole dancer stripper.

“Better try your luck another night and another lady, honey.” The blonde continued, planting her hand on his face and pushing her out of her way. The guy fell to the floor in a fetal position, still dazed.

You could tell she'd never been in a fight in her life, Gabriel thought...

The crowd parted away from the blonde with the British accent, and she was delighted by their understanding. She, in her delight, even winked at the pole dancer, who was hanging upside down, enjoying the scene, and at a blonde sitting at the opposite end of the bar. She couldn't see the latter very well, but even so, she thought she was pretty.

The blonde took a stool in the opposite corner of the bar. The world gathered in this venue was still watching her, including the man sitting next to her, and with the naturalness of a foreigner, Gabriel leaned toward the bartender and raised a finger to say, “Can I have a shot, please!” Which broke the atmosphere. Laughter filled the air. Gabriel, confused, didn't know why it was so funny, but yes, the bartender gave her a drink with the same amusement he felt when he saw a tough woman in his wrestling-themed bar.

She, on the other hand, just inspected the shot with a raised eyebrow, to see if the funny part was inside, but it didn't seem to have anything unusual, so she swallowed it in one quick gulp.

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*Kyra looked around as she noticed some tumult in the bar, it looked like a blonde hat persuaded a guy to leave her alone. The young german giggled quietly as she saw the guy wimpering on the ground, she rose her glass at the stranger and winked at her as she came near her to the counter.*

"Nice hit!"

*She complimented the other blonde, and leaned next to her. She spoke with a strong german accent and nursed a beer. Kyra wore a rather tight outfitt and a heavy leatherjacket over it.*
"My name is Kyra and yours?"

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel glanced sideways at the other woman. She gave a half-smile at the compliment. It was typical to hear them at work, but even so, here, it was a very good way to start talking to someone if that someone was this capricious blonde.

"Gabriel, darling." She raised a finger to ask for another shot, the bartender raised an eyebrow, but got the signal.

The blonde laughed uncomfortably, realising that being so polite here made her a weirdo. So she shook her hair to the opposite side from her new companion. Even Gabriel's eyes changed with that turn, becoming colder, emotionless and penetrating.

"So, can I ask if you're a regular here?" She combed her hair as she spoke. She waited for Kyra to answer, then continued, "I just came to see a show... they say the ring isn't just for decoration." The Brinton girl winked at Kyra.

It wasn't until she looked at her more closely that she realised her leatherjacket was identical to Kyra's!

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*Kyra looked at the ring and wrinkled her nose*
"Well probably for some strippers to fake a fight."
*she nodded at the girl at the pole and took big sip from her beer. While examining the ring and the sorroundings. She shook her head, the girl was adorable but for a fighter like Kyra the thought of her in the ring was disgusting. She wanted to see someone who know what she or he was doing while the crowd cheered, about two gladiators fight and or fuck the crap out of each other till one was down.*
"And no, i just dropped by, on a tour through the state. You know eating some miles."
*Kyra simply translated the german phrase to english, she straightened her jacket and smiled back at Gabriel, Kyra seemed like a genuinly nice person.*

[Hagen-Autem]

"Really?!" she exclaimed. "I was expecting something different..." Disappointment was reflected on her beautiful face with a frown.

It had nothing to do with her disappointment, but this other girl's accent seemed very familiar to her. Where had she heard it before?

She paid attention to the tray of shots that the bartender brought her. It was a full tray, maybe with a dozen of those little drinks, and perhaps he gave them to her so she wouldn't ask for them so constantly. Either that or it was on the house.

She offered Kyra one if she wanted; after all, they had brought her several.

Gabriel hoped her companion was wrong, because unlike her, the British woman had come looking for something different from a rehearsed round of fetishistic wrestling. She wanted to see something more lively and, if possible, participate in some way. What kind of reconnaissance mission has no action or anything valuable to steal? She travelled all this way. She wants to at least take it out on someone for having to sit around for hours!

Gabriel stared into space angrily for a moment before shaking her head and returning to reality; at least she had met someone nice. Why not enjoy her company? The Royal Viper was already here, and maybe she could even accompany her on her journey. And it wasn't nice to tune out like that in the middle of a conversation.

"Well... are you planning on staying here for a long time?" she muttered, cheering herself up with a shot. "Because... see: there's a place further down the road that—"

"Hey guys!"

A man climbed onto the ring, grabbed the suspended microphone and banged an empty alcohol jug with a knife.

"Today I need to ask you... Who wants some wrestling?!"

The crowd cheered the idea loudly. Gabriel felt small in the face of such euphoria, looking from side to side and at Kyra as if the idea that she herself was thinking about it wasn't just a dream, and her heart beat eagerly as if that possibility grew bigger as this guy talked.

"Well, as always, we would have a girl from the bar up here, but she hasn't shown up today."

A boo was heard.

"However, we must continue with the night, right?"

The rejection was mitigated.

"So, who among you wants to get in the ring for £2000 and all the drinks you can drink?"

Gabriel's neck stretched out, more than interested, but not yet convinced.

"Preferably girls, sweethearts, we don't want any boys getting hurt~."

He joked as checked the rest of the notes in his pocket.

That won Gabriel over.

"Well... it was very nice to meet you, Kyra." Vinlee slid her fingers across her chin, lifted Kyra's face and brought it closer to give her a peck on the cheek. One of those kisses that glide across the skin, making it tingle because of how slow and affectionate they are.

"I hope to see you when I'm done, sweetheart." she whispered in her ear, and with that said, she jumped off the bench and hopped like Little Red Riding Hood towards the ring.

The crowd cheered her on as she slid onto the apron, rolled and leaned on one knee.

"Oh! HOHO! Do we have our first one?" The guy followed her with his eyes. "Do you have a name, sweetheart?"

Gabriel ignored him, going straight to the ropes, strutting like only a model can while sliding her jacket off her shoulders. She stood on the lower rope and bent her toned, beautiful abdomen over the rope, hanging the leather garment between two of her fingers, while the world whistled at her, loving and obsessed with her. The British woman twirled it around before throwing it towards the bartender. Thousands of hands went up, and only the guy who wasn't interested caught it in his face.

Her idea was for him to take care of it; he, on the other hand, thought it was his tip.

Gabriel longed for that to be enough to encourage some girl to challenge her; if not, then too bad. This would be the first time she had tried to encourage the audience, and she had done so without getting the result she wanted.

Then, the blonde sat down on the tensioner in the middle of the corner, hanging her arms as she remembered that, in fact, this announcer had spoken to her recently, so she responded by shaking her head.

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"Oh, I see, you're one of the quiet ones, aren't you? Those are the dangerous ones..." Rolling his eyes towards her audience, he continued. "Well, is there anyone else brave enough, or should I choose myself, ladies and gentlemen?"

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"or do you think they get real fighters in that ring?"

*The young blonde eyed the row of shots GAbriel got from the barkeepter while they talked, with a nod she got one an swallowed it whole before returning to her beer.*
"Just a few weeks, some biking and some working i think."
*Kyra then looked at the announcer in the ring.*
"Aaaaaand ther come the pair of strippers."
*She muttered at the announcment and then looked surprised at Gabriel as she climbed into the ring. Wow.... Gabriel didn't looked like a stripper to her but she was in the ring. Kyra examined Gabriels behaviour in the ring. Looks like at least she had some expierience in this sort of show, Kyra judged as she watched how the blonde held her in the ring. Perhaps she was looking for a stripper to beat up? The young german grinned, well let's give her a better match. Kyra rose from the counter and climbed into the ring.*
"I'm sorry no strippers here today."
*The young blonde smiled at the announcer while she made her own announcement, she then simply slammed her knee into his guts and then grabbed him by his belt and collar and threw him out of the ring. His weight advantage helped him not against a fighter like Kyra so he landed between the patrons on the floor.*
"So dear, want to fight for real?"
*She smiled at Gabriel while putting her jacket on one of the cornerposts.*

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel waited on the ropes, combing her hair with her fingers as she developed great patience. She could stay there for hours if it meant having a battle with someone. She had even considered being gentle so as not to overwhelm her opponent if she turned out to be less experienced. She was greatly surprised when someone familiar to her entered the ring, dispatched the announcer with a knee strike and threw him into the audience, clearing the ring just for the two of them.

Kyra's offer was the kind of offer that ignited something in Gabriel, especially when presented in such a brawler-like manner.

How could anyone so impressionable say no to this girl? Vinlee's eyes filled with an immense sparkle, identical to that of love at first sight. Then she whistled, appreciating the confidence with which Kyra challenged her, as captivating with her body as with her defiant attitude.

The British woman jumped off the ropes and began walking in circles around Kyra, strutting like a tease, inspecting her from head to toe so as not to make the same mistake the announcer had made. Gabriel realised that they contrasted with each other—both were of similar height and had opted for skirts. What a lovely irony, she thought.

"You said the strippers were coming, remember?" she repeated mischievously. "Now what are you and I?" She joked, biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

She stretched out her arms to invite her to come closer and lock them in a test of strength. If Kyra accepted, Gabriel would lift her arms gradually as they drew closer, until both of them had their arms raised. At which point, she bounced her chest against Kyra's.

"Tell me—do you have any limits you want to set for me?" She offered her hands to Kyra again. "Or is everything allowed?" She elaborated in a more playfully sombre tone, dragging out words.

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"Well i'm no stripper and you don't look like one too."

*Kyra smiled at Gabriel while she examined her opponent again, the young blonde leaned her head to one side and put her hands on her hips.*

"So i think the creeps will get a real fight tonight."

*THe german grinned excited and followed Gabriel as she circled her. Classic technique to get dominance before the fight, decided Kyra and her excitement rose. This would be great! She bounced on her toes and smiled at Gabriel.*

"Uh this will be good!"

*She couldn't help but aceppted into the strength test, she smiled and as Gabriel bounced her breasts against hers, she giggled slightly as her not only her arms but also her boobs fight for the upperhand.*

"Oh i won't send you to the hospital, also i like your boobs but i think these creeps should not see them tonight."

*answered Kyra in a way to turn Gabriels psychoplay back to her, she was not a fan of trashtalk but it was part of the show and thanks to her frievals with benefits from the Neptune-Family she was rather experienced in it.*

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was enjoying her conversation with this girl. She found her accent very cute and familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before. What's worse, she knew it was from somewhere close to where she lived.

As they measured each other's strength, their breasts participating in a duel to see who was superior, Gabriel absorbed every answer Agemento gave her to devise a strategy. Something fun. Something chaotic.

No more words came out of her mouth, only actions with her body, while the audience whistled and cheered every violent clash between the two.

If the blonde had the advantage here, then she would use her powerful hands to twist Kyra's wrists down, forcing her to move her chest away from hers. Her plan was simple: she would throw her playmate into a corner, hoping to slam her back into the corner padding. The British woman would run after Kyra, following her like a fox chasing a rabbit, with the intention of jumping on top of her and tackling her with her shoulder in her stomach with a Spear.

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